An interfacility transfer, nothing to write home about, clinically at least.
But I always feel awkward sitting in the back of an ambulance with a patient who knows he only has a couple of months left to live.
There isn't anything to say.
So, there you go. Late forties, successful businessman, good amounts of hard earned cash, and an incurable disease.
If I were to drop dead in two minutes time, I could honestly say I am happy with my life.
Could you?
